Although nothing could be seen from the outside, Felina had actually begun her escape long before the count-down had begun to tick. As soon as the leather mittens had been locked around her hands, she had started to claw at them with her black-painted finger nails. It was not very easy as her hands were packed into tight balls, but her nails were not regular ones. Super-glued over them were false nails made out of a light and hard alloy. They were sharp enough to allow her to abrade any soft material without being dangerous to her own safety. She had been continuously sawing the seam of her mitten around her nails. The task was made more difficult by the fact that her hands were enveloped into separate mittens and thus they tended to move along with her fingers. But as more and more layers of bondage were added, her mittens were soon totally solider of each other and sawing became easier.

For a long time she had hoped to be able to use her toes to free herself but that hope had been overturned by the addition of the foot bag. She was now too busy attacking them with her toenails, which were equipped with the same blades as her fingers. She had started her work there later and was not as advanced, but there was only the bag to pierce here, while her hands had to dig through the mittens and the arm-binder.

A little before the escape had officially started, she had made holes in her mittens wide enough to allow her fingers to pass through. She had not dared to continue at this point as the bondage phase was not yet finished. If the spectators had noticed what she was doing, they might have decided to add a new restraint that would have rendered her task more difficult.

As soon as the timer was started however, she attacked the arm-binder with all her skills. The sleeve was so tight that her fingers had hardly more freedom than before. However, as it was designed to fit as tightly as possible to her skin, the leather was much thinner that the mittens and she had no doubt she would pierce it in less than 10 minutes. Her feet too were busy abrading the leather bag that covered them.

She was almost done when she heard the hostess getting impatient. She grunted in protest when she heard how she wanted to motivate her. As if she needed motivation to break out of this bondage hell! But there was nothing she could do, and the audience was obviously on her side. She yelped as she felt clamps biting onto her erect nipples and her labia, but when she felt the actual jolt coursing through them, she moaned in pain and anger. What bothered her was that she could hear Louisa moaning in rhythm with her. By chance, the electricity was not preventing her from sawing the leather with her nails and she continued her work.

The current finally ceased but she knew it could start again any time and she was now living with that fear knotting her throat. Also, she knew that it would get worse in 30 minutes when the next pain device would be added. She doubted she would have freed herself by that time. Cursing inwardly, she continuer working with her toe and finger nails.